Mary was laying atop of Ib, her head on Ib's chest as her arms were wrapped around Ib's neck. She had no care in the world that Garry was probably either looking for them, wondering what they were doing, or was in the room next over. She was just focused on Ib, whom was just being her usual quiet self and with not a single protest at all, just laying on the bed with Mary on top of her.